Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Jiang Long ran in front of Han Feng with his gun on his back, and when he saw the monk, he quickly shrank his head. He is not afraid of anything, and now he understands the truth that there are people outside of people.

As for Monk Wei, Jiang Long had made a decision that he would never fight such a person again in his life, it was no different from seeking abuse.

Han Feng saw Jiang Long and said with a smile: "Wei Dayong is a monk who has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years. It's normal that you can't beat him. The monk probably hasn't met many opponents in his life."

Hearing this, Monk Wei straightened his chest with a rather smug expression.

Jiang Long hurriedly weighed his time, then changed his words, and asked: "Tuan Zuo, I have a question in my heart, you know, I am a straightforward person, I really can't help it."

Han Feng said: "Just call me the head of the regiment, you can ask!"

"Yes, Commander, aren't you the brother of our Army Commander? Why did Mr. Dong call you Commander Han? Also, are you from our 98th Army? army?"

Han Feng's face was calm, and he looked around. The same doubts were written on the faces of these officers. Jiang Long, Kuangpiao, Li Jiasheng, Liu Defa and others looked at Han Feng together, waiting for his answer.

Han Feng said: "Okay, I won't hide it from you, I am indeed not from the 98th Army.

Let me re-introduce myself, the head of the 18th Route Army of the Guomin Revolutionary Army, Wu Feng, used to be named Han Feng, so Master Dong will call me Head Han, but remember, I will always be your head The leader of the Yongtuan, the brother of Commander Wu.

Do you have any questions? "

Sun Shu was taken aback, "Sir, are you from the [-]th Route Army?"

"Why all the fuss, the Anti-Japanese National United Front and our Eighth Route Army also belong to the Guojun battle order, don't they?"

Han Feng confessed frankly that besides having established a certain prestige among the defeated army, the more important reason was that he had heard that the 98th Army had maintained good friendship with the Eighth Route Army after the reunification of the Anti-Japanese War. Unlike other Guojun units, Commander Wu even fought with the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army many times in coordination.

Sure enough, the basket immediately echoed: "The leader is right, it doesn't matter whether he is the Eighth Route Army or our 98th Army, they are all fighting devils. I also heard that the Eighth Route Army has been fighting devils all these years! "

"That's right, our army often fights jointly with the Eighth Route Army!"

Jiang Long said: "Well, that's fine. You can feel at ease after asking our brothers. Commander, we are willing to follow you, no matter you are the Eighth Route Army or the Guo Army."

"Correct."

All the officers responded.

As for whether it came from the heart, Han Feng didn't know.

He just said: "Okay, in the autumn of the country's survival, don't talk about personal honor and disgrace and gains and losses, I don't care what you think in your heart, as long as you follow me today, Wu Feng, I will lead you to fight devils and win battles. Let’s talk about things in the future!”

"Yes, we all listen to the leader."

"I did it with the captain."

"Did you hear that? Who dares to doubt our regiment leader in the future? I, Jiang Long, will be the first to cut him. Believe it or not!"

Han Feng waved his hands, "Be quiet for me, Jiang Long, and bring the reinforcement platoon to the front."

"Yes."

After the people were brought by Jiang Long, more than 50 people formed a large circle under Han Feng's command.

Han Feng took a branch and drew on the soft ground, "Since you are my soldiers, I think you should know how to fight, otherwise you will be a bunch of fools on the battlefield. Those who have won the battle, now I will arrange the upcoming battle plan for you, and then wait for the scouts to return after completing their intelligence investigations."

"No Name Slope."

Han Feng took a branch and drew a circle in the center, "You should all know this place. It is an excellent place for ambushes. The combat effectiveness of the Japanese army should not be underestimated. Even if it is a small team, once the firepower is launched, our small number This little equipment is not enough for people to squeeze their teeth.

So this time I can only ambush. I chose the nameless slope as the ambush site. This is the only way to enter Nancun from Nanshan, and the little devil will definitely pass through here.

At that time, our reinforced platoon will ambush on both sides of Wumingpo, and once the little devil steps into the ambush circle, he will be caught off guard.

Of course, the little devil's reaction was quick.The military quality is even stronger, relying on the ambushes on these two sides alone, with these more than 50 broken guns, plus you want to solve the battle quickly, it is impossible, once the devils come back to their senses, they may die we. "

The basket said: "Then how to fight?"

"Simple, the devils have an advantage in equipment, but we have an advantage in numbers. After the ambushes started on both sides, all of us quickly rushed out from the hidden ambush point, mixed with the Japanese army, let their firepower completely misfire, and directly started hand-to-hand combat. , then there is no suspense in this battle.

After all, it is only a Japanese army team, there are more than 50 people, and we have more than 300 people, that is, six people fight one. Could it be that the six of us can't even beat a little devil? "

Jiang Long clenched his fist, "I'll kill him."

Gua Wa said: "What I'm afraid of is Guisun'er, six people, each of them can drown the devil with a mouthful of saliva!"

Everyone was amused by Guawa's words and laughed together.

Han Feng said: "Don't take this battle seriously. It's just a small battle. Our enemies are only more than 50 devils. When the battle is really fought, you will find that the supplies are not enough for us. A few meals.

I will fully trust you in this battle, Jiang Long. "

"arrive."

"I am optimistic about you, because I see the backbone in you. I don't care how the four provinces are lost, but I know that if you can take over the power of the four provinces, you will definitely fight the little devil to the end. Tell me, Yes or no?"

"Yes, I beat him to death."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you for the follow-up troop charge this time. Once the battle starts, you must lead the team to charge me down as soon as possible, mix with the little devils, and start hand-to-hand combat."

Jiang Long was startled, determination flashed in his eyes, and he replied: "Yes."

574 Battle ([-])

The mountains and forests at night are always extremely silent, and there is no movement in the ears. The team is walking on the dirt path in the mountains and forests. From time to time, someone steps on dead branches and makes a crackling sound.

The long-lost feeling returned to the chest, but there was another unspeakable worry. For the defeated soldiers who were used to losing battles, going to the battlefield again was a test of courage and a contest of old fears.

The basket seems to be lost in memory, all the companions around him are dead, the firepower of the Japanese army continues to shoot like endlessly, and the bullets have grazed his forehead several times, and he once thought that it was impossible for him to crawl out of the sea of ​​corpses come out.

Yu Laoyi, the man from Henan, trembled a little with his hanging right hand, and the surrounding scene was blurred. He seemed to have returned to the tragic battlefield. His living companions turned into broken arms in a blink of an eye. How much he wanted to raise his gun, Muster up the courage to fight the devils, but fear finally defeated the courage.

He crawled under the corpse and pretended to be dead, not daring to move, until the chirping of the Japanese army disappeared from his ears, and then he slowly got up in panic, and his trouser legs were already wet.

Shame!

It's better than dying.

Yu Laoyi never mentioned this history of humiliation. If someone really asked about it, he would think about it and try his best to describe the story of how he bravely killed the enemy on the battlefield.

Of course, because it is fictional, it can only be a story.

Li Jiasheng was lowering his head to fiddle with his medium-sized rifle. He swore that he had almost mastered the gun, and he never wanted to pull the bolt for a long time in such a panic like the last time he went to the battlefield. not on.

"Damn it, it's all caused by this broken gun, the bolt can't be pulled!"

"Broken gun, you are going to kill me today!"

Li Jiasheng became a deserter, and even lost his guns, but he didn't throw them out to hit the devils, he just threw them on the ground indiscriminately, and then fled.